Isn't it funny how they only miss you when you're dead
Because when you were alive all they wanted to do was
Plunge a knife through your head
Isn't it hilarious how they only love you when you're dead
When it turns out that they're the ones who
Shot the bullet right straight through your head
YOU ARE READING
Ecloga
PoetryEcloga; a passage or poem in Latin. - These are all (quite short) original poems/song ideas/passages, and are therefore copyrighted.
